Ten and Taeil have the relationship everyone wants but no one knows about. When Taeyong confesses to Taeil in spite of this, the three of them learn to renegotiate and test the strength of what was once thought to be immutable.

They say if you're in love with one person and you fall in love with another, you should choose the second person because if you were truly in love with the first then you wouldn't have fallen in love with the second. They also say you can just have both.

It's Sunday afternoon, and Taeil asks for a massage after coming back from the gym. Jaehyun sits on his thighs and contemplates his own evolution from a fully socialized asshat to an idiot who's unconditionally in love.

"I am aware that what I am saying is uncouth, unconventional, and–" "Illegal. Everywhere. For a lot of reasons." "–yes, sure, I will not deny you those… those things. Yes, illegal. But my plea is sincere."

Allowing Ten to get to him like that, get him in his bed and not just Yuta’s bathroom counter, was Johnny’s first mistake. His second was replying, in his post-coital lovesick daze, "Yeah, I’d love that," when Ten asked if he’d like to keep doing this.

Johnny hasn’t noticed him yet, the utter look of concentration on his face telling Jaehyun that he’s so caught up in his workout to even see the rest of the world around him. Jaehyun lets his eyes soak in the sight before him. Lets his mind absorb every single detail of Johnny’s body that he can see. His eyes trace a bead of sweat that trails down from Johnny’s collarbone to his chest, down his tight, toned—oh my god he has abs, Jaehyun’s sex monkey brain supplies—all the way down to his. Oh my god. Jaehyun hears himself gasp.

Taeyong and Yuta plunge into the life of being mates without even knowing each other. Honestly, Yuta knows he would find Taeyong more appealing if he hadn’t accidentally claimed him. But the rule of thumb is that compromise is the language of the devil.

The two of them tangle together like second nature, without even thinking about it. It’s natural, how much they touch, considering how long they’ve been Taeyong-and-Yuta to everyone around them. They’re a package deal.

Doyoung spreads open the yellow construction paper kept together by about 50 staples. “I want you to wear it,” he repeats. He steps forward and places the crown on Taeyong’s head, pushing it down just enough so it’ll stay put. He fixes Taeyong’s hair, brings a finger to his chin, and nudges his head up. “You want to be the big, bad king, don’t you?”

Taeyong never thought about getting a Sugar Daddy. Not until Johnny accidentally suggested it. He certainly never imagined his new benefactor would be Seoul’s most eligible bachelor - young, attractive, and nauseatingly wealthy Ten. Sometimes, his roommate’s ideas aren’t so terrible after all.

taeyong spins again, slowly, trying to brand this into his memory. he runs his hands all over himself, slipping his fingers under the waistband of the panties, skimming over the cut of them digging in to the swell of his bottom, snapping the suspenders against his skin. he gasps, tingles shivering up his spine, and he can feel himself starting to swell with need between his thighs.

"Don’t," Jaehyun says softly. "The cameras are rolling." He hits Jaehyun’s butt once. He pauses when he hears a loud gasp, when he feels a hand grasp his own gently before letting go. He doesn’t dwell on it right now (he’ll do that later) and delivers five more sharp blows to Jaehyun’s bottom before returning to his room. Or, it all starts when Taeyong accidentally learns that Jaehyun likes to get spanked.

Yuta winks at him, and Sicheng bites back a smile, cheeks coloring under Yuta's gaze. Sicheng looks exactly like what Yuta was hoping for when he left his flat this evening. He’s so damn cute. Yuta wants him.

Lee Taeyong was the head of the criminal underworld, his power completely undisputed. Well known amongst both other criminals, gang leaders, as well as the general public, Taeyong was one to be feared. No one could truly say they’d been an enemy of 'the' Lee Taeyong, and lived to tell the tale. So naturally, when your Father's reputation continues to precede you, friends were hard to come by for 18 year old Sicheng. A lonely life through high school lead to a desire for more freedom, the chance to live as a normal teenager for the first time ever in his life, possible only by embarking off to university. But will Sicheng find what he's looking for at college? Will Sicheng obtain the freedom he so desperately wants? Or, perhaps, is Sicheng in for more than he bargained for?

It’s 3AM in a Waffle House in California. The quality of the call is so bad that Sicheng can’t even make out half of what Yuta is saying. It’s a pretty random time to fall in love, and later, Sicheng will ask the universe for a re-do— but right now, he just chalks the strange flutter in his chest up to utter exhaustion and waits for his waffles to arrive.

Sicheng didn’t just change Yuta’s life—he came and flew him off into a vacuum and Yuta sometimes struggles to remember that he once contemplated a different kind of life once he’s done chasing his Koshien dream here in Tokyo: a baseball coach by day and an owner of a takoyaki place by night, marrying a wholesome Osakan girl (a teacher would be great, for example) and having a baby or two (girl first, maybe a boy later). But in this current life he’s still trying to make it into the Yomiuri Giants regular team in Tokyo and living with a boy in his tiny little apartment.

He’s about to open his mouth to start up on a generic 'what are you wearing and how can I take it off you' deal, but then he sees something he’d skimmed over before: under 'likes,' Winwin had filled in praise, being called good-looking, attractive, etc. There we go. Yuta rolls his eyes, then says, "So how was your day, handsome?" On the other end of the line, Winwin inhales, just a quiet hitch of breath against the phone. Yuta’s job is way too easy sometimes.

It’s not that Doyoung hates his roommate, but Ten wouldn’t have been his first choice. Things are just bearable enough, however, until Ten’s walking into Doyoung’s room at night and climbing into bed next to him.

doyoung is a man of strong beliefs, from being convinced the wealth should be distributed in an egalitarian method to the masses, to believing in the liberation of the modern woman, to thinking starbucks is evil. his problem resides in being a weak gay who wavers whenever jung jaehyun, heir to the jung oil company, is involved. even if he has yuta laughing in his ear about becoming a white man's whore.

Sicheng thought that if he just ignored him long enough, just left his messages unread and kept away from him and his friends, Ten might stop clouding his thoughts and disappear from his mind and maybe even stop existing. It was probably just that Sicheng had no idea what Ten thought about their relationship and how he saw it – he just knew that it was supposed to be kept secret. And this he was good at – hiding. Not a single soul was suspicious and Sicheng didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing.

"We actually have a very flexible dress code, you know. You can provide your own khakis and whatever red shirt you want, so long as there’s no design and your shoulders are covered. Other branches make their employees wear the exact same shirts.” He huffed like he couldn’t believe it, shaking his head. “Can you even imagine?"

Some movement caught Lucas’s eye: a fugly red Kia Soul was pulling up to the curb and stopping, and out of it stepped Ten, holding an iced Starbucks drink of some sort and wearing the tightest yoga pants Lucas had ever seen in his short life.

Life comes at you fast: one minute you can be in bed with some amazing twink all over you, and the next you’re just wobbling around naked, chilly, and late to brunch, and also your mouth tastes like garbage.

Mark lays there for a second, breathing hard and staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, considering all the life choices that have brought him to this point, to being so hopelessly infatuated with one of his friends that all it takes is a smile from Ten to get him a little hard. Mark’s kinda ashamed but not nearly enough to stop.

As an investment banker, Jaehyun knows the importance of not mixing business with feelings. Including hatred. If only Sicheng, a prodigy investor from a rival firm, would stop looking so damn attractive while stealing Jaehyun's clients.

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You recently got dumped, so to help you recover from this your best friend takes you out to a club. Wealthy WinWin gets a little generous on his birthday, offering to buy drinks for everyone in sight, including you. You get chatting, and when you realize he’s interested in you, you figure why not go for a hot rebound.

They are at the stage in their relationship where skirting around issues is impractical, so when Mark comes home and tells Yukhei flat out that he wants to fuck other guys, Yukhei appreciates his honesty.